Terri's Cellar Door

Stuff that happens to me, Terri.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Thanksgiving

Well, Thanksgiving was a blast. I ate large amounts of turkey and my relatives from Florida even made an apperance. I can definately say that it was one of the best Thanksgivings that I've ever had. And of course, now I'll remember it because of all the fun that I had. I got to see the Incredibles and if you haven't seen it I suggest that you do, because it's a really great movie. I also got to see the Grudge which was produced by Sam Raimi and Rob Taper (the guys behind Xena) and Sam was the director of Spiderman. So, anyway, steller holiday and I hope that your was too.

Friday, November 19, 2004

Prayer

Just recently (like about 12 minutes ago) I was at a International Thanksgiving celebration. The food was great and there was this cellist named Lathazar (from Bulgaria). I was physically attracted to him, but that wasn't the point. Something about him moved me and I felt the need to be near him. Maybe that's my stalker coming out, but what are you going to do? Thanks to Lucius, who I know is reading this, for going with me. No offense, about Lathazar I mean. Anyway, what I really want to talk about was the prayer. After the food was served, the pastor of this church we where at was called up and asked to bless us. It was weird, because I thought they should have it before we ate, but anyway. So this guy comes up and asks us to bow our heads. We were sitting across from this older couple, the husband kept trying to drag me into conversation, and I kept dragging myself back out, kicking and screaming. That's just way I am, the guy was nice enough, but I just don't do conversation. So, you remember when you were a kid, and people would pray? They would close their eyes, and bow their heads, and you would be able to look right into their faces and they wouldn't have any idea that you were doing it. As you got older, you probably have stopped doing it, because you don't have ADD anymore and can sit still for a couple of minutes. So tonight, instead of closing my eyes, I looked around while the pastor was praying. I looked at all the people around me and didn't even have to worry about them looking back. There were several others like me, looking around. A few, not that many really. I felt like I was in some secret club, and me and those few others, were the only ones who truly knew what was going on. I don't know what we knew, but we knew something. Anyway, it was prett weird. About half way through I put my head back down and wonder if others like me were still looking around, looking at me and I didn't know it. I wonder what they thought of me, what judgements they were making about me, and what they thought my life was like. Maybe I'm reading to much into this, but I felt special, just for those few minutes. Maybe that was why we did it as kids. Not just because we couldn't focus on anything longer than it takes to eat a slice of pie, but that for those moments we were members of some secret society that knew and acknowledge the others. Who could look into the faces of people that normally would avert their eyes, and for the first time, really see somebody.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Clothing Drive

So, here at my school we're having a clothing drive for the people of the island nation of Haiti. It's been really hard work and I"m starting to hate it, but we're in for the long haul, so there's no use getting all fussy about it. Clothing drives are kind of bogus, because think about it; your home and way of life has been destroyed by a hurricane and the United States, the most powerful country in the world, and a leader among nations is sending you clothes. Not even the nicest clothes that they have either, but the bad clothes, from the eighties, that nobody wants anymore. I guess that genorosity has never really been our strong suit. Anyway, so in addition to hating Haiti (not the people, just the whole situation), I'm starting to hate clothes. I'm seriously thinking of becoming a nudist. And while that really wouldn't appeal to that many people (the thought of me being naked) I'm just done with them. Being surrounded by clothes for hours at a time really makes you wonder what's the point of it all. And of course, you start turning against your fellow sorters like some sort of twisted Lord of the Flies. You all start singing and humming to yourself in ways that would make even the most disturbed degenerate look at you sideways and move to the other side of the bus. Any job where you are in close quarters with someone, for long periods of time, tend to make you hate them a little bit. And you die a little inside. Before I wrap this up, let me offer you some tips for the next clothing drive that you're a part of so that the people sorting and packing the clothes won't hate you and think that you're a total idiot: 1) Don't send dirty clothes. Nobody likes picking through your pit stained t-shirts. 2) Send something that someone one day, will want to wear. If it's ugly as sin, don't send it to people who have lost everything. I mean, jeez, that's just common courtesy. And finally 3) Don't send underwear! I can't stress this enough people, nobody and I mean, nobody (except for the freaks out there) wants to touch your nasty underwear. Nobody wants to have them, and nobody wants to sort through them. If you're giving your clothes to charity, please don't send underwear, unless they are new, straight from the store, and haven't been worn. They have to meet all of those requirements, or else we don't want them. And we hate you.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Off the Planet...

Well, I haven't fallen off. I've just been really busy with school and haven't been able to think of anything good to post. I know that nobody would want to hear my mundane rantings about my day and people in my life that nobody besides me know exist. So, I'm just telling you that I'm still around. Hopefully soon, I'll post some more pictures. I don't know what the heck I'll take pictures of, but anything's gotta be better than this, right?

Friday, November 12, 2004

With Gasoline Drawers On...

Well, Yasser Arafat has moved on, and now Palestine has lost the only thing standing between it and everlasting peace in that region. Not. That's what Bush wants you to think. However, pardon me if I take a little more of a cynical view of things. I don't think that Yasser Arafat is the key to this whole thing. The feeling that permeates the Palestine/Israel conflict is something that was embodied by Arafat, but it existed all through the country. The entire creation of Israel was a bad idea from the start and the only way to end this conflict is to give the entire West Bank to one side or another. America, Europe, Britain, and all of those other countries need to get their interests and dreams off the shoulders of these two countries and let them try to settle things out for themselves. All of the problems that America is having right now (foreign policy wise) is due to our sticking our nose in other people's business. Perhaps it would have been impossible for us to do that forever, but we should have tried to do that as much as possible. Now we have to deal with whatever happens in Palestine, Israel and Iraq. The future of the Middle East and our relations all over the Muslim world depends on what we do now.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

My Idea of the Good Life

Well, of course my idea of the ‘good life’ would involve money. So much of it that I wouldn’t have to work at something I hate just so I could do something I love. Even though perfection is supposed to be past money. You know, like if your life were perfect you wouldn’t even worry about money. Well, the only way not to worry about money is to have so much of it that it wouldn’t matter if you got fired, or lost some of it, or had a dishonest accountant, you could still recover. My ‘good life’ might involve acting, or directing, I like both. Also, it would be exciting to do that for a living. Plus, I’d want to travel. I’d like to be able to drop whatever I’m doing, or finish whatever I’m doing, and just go to Auckland, Hong Kong, Tokyo, or Cape Town. Somewhere I’ve never been before. I would love to be able to go to a town where you can see the mountains, or cliffs and the entire expanse of the sky, and then turn and go into a bar where people know who I am, and greet me warmly. I would love to live on a beach. To walk out to the ocean every night at dusk, at that exact moment where the sun is almost set, and the stars are shining. The moment where you can’t tell the sky from the water. The moment where it seems as though if you swim out far enough, you’ll be able to reach the sky. I would like to study animals. When I was younger I wanted to be a zoologist but changed my mind. That has always stuck with me as something that I would enjoy. Maybe in my ‘good life’ after directing and starring in my newest hit, I would spend a couple of weeks on a farm outside of Brisbane, and then a couple on an island in the South Pacific.

I don't feel so good

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Talent Show

So, I think that I'm going to enter a talent show. Today is the audition and I have to figure out which song I want to play. I'm really nervous, because you know how you never know if you're going to do something until you're actually doing it? That's how I feel right now. I'm nervous, and a little scared. Okay, a lot scared, and I just hope that I can practice enough to make it.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Jesus and the Dixie Chicks Concert

I went to church today, for the first time in ages, and I noticed there are a lot of similarities between a day at church and a Dixie Chicks concert. For me anyway. Or at least there should be. I mean, I was really excited, and occasionally jumped up and down (more so at the Chicks concert, actually). Then I wondered, what would the world be like if Jesus came back, but this time he was a rock star? I mean, Jesus would have all the of the amazing guitar skills, being the Son of God and all, and he would have the most awesome singing voice. With all of that in mind, I think that we could agree that he would be a rock god (no pun intended). And don't try to tell me that he could just as easily been a rapper or a gospel singer or a polka music player. He came to Earth to get in touch with the common man, and there are rock bands everywhere. He could play that quiet stuff for the older folks, then he could pump up the volume for the younger generation. he can even add some acoustic stuff to please everybody. Jesus: The Savior of the World and Rock Music! Awesome! I am totally serious about this, by the way. I'm not saying it tongue-in-cheek either. I seriously think that Jesus would be the awesomest rock star ever. Rock on, JC!

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Here We Are

Well, there you have it. After a very long night, very crazy night, we are still in the same place we were yesterday. And boy, am I disappointed. If hope could win an election, if pure will could pull us through, George Bush wouldn't have gotten a single vote last night. I told someone that if George Bush won, I would cry myself to sleep, but last night I went to bed dry eyed, almost confident that Ohio would turn out and the votes that we needed would be found. I couldn't have been more wrong. A feeling boils up inside of me that I can't explain, I plea with my mind to just wake up, and it will be two days ago, and I could do something, somehow to make a difference. I keep hoping that Morpheus will awaken me with a red pill, that will somehow lead me to a world where this isn't happening. We were close, and that makes it hurt all the more. Like getting something so close in your grasp and then having it snatched away. I keep thinking, if only I had done more, said more, talked to more people, volunteered, then we could have had this. But if only, if only if only. That's no good anymore. I don't know where our country is going to go. I don't know if these next four years will be worse or better than the ones before. All I know is, that right now, this very second and probably for many seconds to come; I feel like crap.

Monday, November 01, 2004

This is the Eve of a Great Moment...

This is a post that I wrote a long time ago and I thought that I should repost it in light of the fact that tomorrow is the day. I've already voted, but I really strongly suggest that if you're reading this tomorrow, or today, and you haven't voted yet, to get out there and do it. You're probably young, and most people don't think that your opinion counts for anything, but this year it can. Let's show America that the leaders of tomorrow are ready to take the reigns. So, please, please, please vote. I know that Brendan Fraser would want that.

Vote, Vote, Vote!
"This is just a reminder: Vote you guys! You have to vote. You have to express your right as an American. Sure, I can't stand Bush, but I don't care who you vote for as long as you vote. Saying that cuts me like a knife, but it's true. Some of us, women and African Americans, and people under the age of 21, didn't always have the right to vote, so make use of it. It's sad to see so few people voting. If you want to have some say in how your life in this country turns out, then you need to vote for someone who shares your views and values, and whoever that may be, get out there and vote for them."

Happy Halloween, Part 2

Well, I know that technically it isn't Halloween anymore, but I promised that I would finish up this review, and a promise is a promise, and while I'm not known for keeping my promises, I've figured, why not get you're expectations really high, only to dash them against the rocks later. Anyway, on to my final review The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Well, to start off it's the story ofthese kids who are on a cross country trip. It's the 70's, so everything is very, um, groovy. They're in this VW van, and the guys shirts look like they came out of a catalog called Inscense and Peppermints. Anyway, so it's this girl, Sally, her boyfriend, Jerry, her brother, Franklin, and her two friends, I don't remember their names. So, to make a long story short, they all(except for Sally) die. In various gruesome fashions, I might add. And it just goes to show you that if you're a teenager on a cross country trip and you come across a weird looking house, immediately go inside one by one and start talking in a loud voice. Because we need you all out of the gene pool. Sally has the hardest of it of all, because the inbred cretins (Leatherface the main killer among them) take a liking to her, and decide that grandpa should kill her. This is after she spent the good part of the night before being chased, screaming, though the woods by Leatherface and jumping out of several windows. So, she gets hit in the head a couple of times and then runs away again, and only after the assistance of the driver of a tractor trailer and another of a pick up truck does she *SPOILER ALERT!!* get away. I have to give her massive props for all the windows she jumps out of as well. So anyway, pretty good movie. Pretty dated, but okay. Several scary moments, no funny moments, and pretty good, if weird, characters. I'd say go check it out, if you're not really wanting to be scared, but want to have a good conversation about the drawbacks of marrying one's cousin.